Her Face

Her Face

A drunk, defeated, tortured fool,

Lost in a smoky neon place,

Drank to make himself forget

The glow of her resplendent face.

He had her and so he had it all

Her warming love, his lady of grace,

But warmth was doused by bitter cold

That coolly pained her haunted face.

He brought that pain upon his love

He cheated and lied, to his disgrace

Betrayal reflected in her brown eyes

Rivers streamed down her twisted face.

He had her, he lost her; he lost himself

To whiskey’s fluid, numbing embrace

The bottle emptied, glass after glass

But at the bottom, he found her face.

Blind with drink, he stumbled onward,

Swerving from his parking space,

He turned; two lights came thundering toward him

And at the end, there shined her face.